Page 70 of Heart & Hope

But his gaze doesn’t leave me as I crawl in between his covers, bare as the day I was born, and curl up.

The bed dips a minute later. His finger glides over my cheek, brushing strands of hair from my face. A kiss lands on my temple. “Night, baby.”

“Night, Reedsy.”

When he wraps his body around me, his breathing is steady. His hold is tight. His heart pushes into my back with every beat.

A girl could get used to this.

“We need to find at least five spots for camping and day trips. Mountains, the stream, open fields, etc. for guests.” Reed is looking at me over his coffee cup, a slice of toast in the otherhand. Disheveled and in his PJs still, he is damn cute. I try to keep things all business this morning, not sure whether last night was simply two people who got carried away and needed to blow off some steam, or something else entirely.

“Yup, can do. I have to sink some holes for Harry first, replace an old fence line. Then after we can do that.”

“Sweet, the website should be up and running by the end of the week. Any word on the cabins?”

“Oh shit. I was goin’ to call Huddo.”

“Reed!”

“I was busy, baby.”

“Ring him now. I’ll wait.” I give my sweetest smile. But he lowers his mug and tosses the toast to the plate. Rising from the chair, he comes to stand by my side. He crooks a finger. Brows furrowing, I do what he wants and stand. My red captain shirt rubs against his, the brush sending my nipples hard.

He grips my waist and hauls me up onto the table. “I will do nothing of the sort. Mornings are for eating; for slow, pleasureful things. Not Huddo’s short temper.”

“You’re almost done with breakfast, though.”

“Nope.” He tugs at my shorts and pulls them and my panties over my hips. “Still starving, baby.”

The cotton of his PJ shorts is tented. I huff a laugh at him. Looks like this is our thing now. Fooling around. Getting each other off.

“You need my mouth on this, Reed?” I rub the hard length through his shorts and his forehead drops to my own as he moans. I’m soaking wet for him already.

“Yeah, amongst other things.”

All I can manage is a raspy laugh as he buries his head between my legs. Anticipation has my body trembling already. After last night... I’m not sure anyone else will ever come close. Pun intended. I groan internally at the lame joke and run myhands into his messy dark blond hair, leaning back and closing my eyes. He runs his tongue through my center, and I arch up involuntarily. He nips my clit and suckles lightly as I moan, my grip tightening on the table’s edge.

A knock rattles the door.

“Fuck.” Reed pushes to his feet fast, slipping my shorts up my legs. “I forgot Mack was coming over to pick up hay this morning. Jesus. Sorry, Rubes.”

I catch my breath and slide my feet to the floor, hoisting my PJ shorts up as hysterical laughter swallows me whole. He is about to answer the door with a raging hard-on that’s very visible through his worn, too-thin boxers. He starts for the door, and I wrap a hand around his arm. “Let me.” I nod to his very obvious erection.

“Oh, yeah. Maybe you should.”

He moves to stand behind the kitchen island. My panties are soaked through, but nobody is going to notice that.

With a glance at Reed, I pull the door open. Mack’s beaming smile greets me. “Mornin’, Ruby.”

Oh god, he heard us.

Fuck.

I fight to tamper the heat that’s flooding my cheeks and step aside, hoping he will stop looking at me and come in.Ugh.

“Good morning, Mack.”

Reed sips his coffee. How did he get that from the table?

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